as i lack time, to pen a proper speech,
this humble poem wishes to suffice.
the most sincerest hope i have, that each
will lend a good ear; this is my advice.
these twenty years, surely no easy feat,
going through every high and every low.
making absolutely sure all ends meet.
without a doubt, we reap all that we sow.
tune the sails as and when wind calls for it.
though without direction, no wind there is
that is favourable. as you see fit,
seek joy,and peace of mind, this is my wish.
for my conclusion, please heed my council,
love, except in syllable, is plural.-hurrah.
yesterday was a fucking terrible day for my specs to give up on me.
let me see... what upcoming events could be ruined by my lack of eyesight?
-today's ihs presentation -which went rather
well.
-honours day (which, come to think of it,
isn't that important)
-anniversary party (bloody important)
-exams (very bloody important)
-post-exam joy - going out, soccer, sailing
(most important)
thank goodness for backup, if slightly geeky, spectacles.
what's up with my eyes! i want contacts... but why the hell is it so dangerous?
i can't imagine what perfect eyesight is like.
totally regretting reading.
and stubbed toes, bloodclots.